CONSEQUENCES

Ok so this is non story compliant. Picks up during snatchers chase scene. You have to imagine they couldn't apparate or use some other means to get to Malfoy Manor. And you have to imagine its a pretty misogynistic society, which I kind of feel is relevant today. I don't remember so much of my Potter reading, it's been awhile, so if anyone is super out of character or in the wrong place etc please let me know.

"Hello beautiful," he said, his lean body resting against a tree. Hermione was taken aback and her blood cooled. It was the same man from the forest; the man with the strange red streak in his hair. He wore an armband, signifying he was a Snatcher. He was wearing her scarf and playing with the edges. Her scarf that she had left for Ron.

'Oh Godric,' she thought. 'Please, please don't let this be how it ends.'

She looked around for Harry and Ron and noticed more men coming out from behind trees and brush when the leader spoke again.

"Well don't stand about…..snatch 'em!"

And the hunt was on. She ran faster than she had her entire life. She stumbled over branches and impressions in the ground but kept on, as fast as her legs could carry her. And when she couldn't breathe, she ran even faster.

Trees were being hit with curses and hexes, crumbling around them like paper dolls.

They were gaining on them and as Hermione approached a clearing she did the only thing she could. Turned and hexed her friend.

The Snatchers were upon them with their questions and it was obvious that they didn't believe them.

Harry was not Stan Shunpike, and after Hermione gave her false name the strange man with the streak in his hair pulled her to him by the hair and inhaled. It make her cringe and her insides catch.

After being sniffed and groped and seeing the boys roughly handled and punched, her hair stood on end when she heard the leader say, "Change of plan. We're not taking this lot to the Ministry."

"What should we do, boss?," one of the men asked plaintively, collecting the Trio's wands.

"You three watch the boys," he started, his gaze going back to Hermione. "This one goes in my tent."

"NO!," she screamed and the boys echoed her sentiment as she heard "If you touch her I'll kill you," amongst other empty threats.

The Snatcher who wore the mask dragged her through the forest for about half a mile when they came upon what must be the makeshift campsite. Hermione had tried to stamp his feet and run but she was given some very painful yanks to her hair in return, and decided to abandon that course of action. She would find another way.

The man with the mask reached the tent and said, "Inside."

She looked at him for a moment before he used all of his weight to unceremoniously push her through the door. She yelped.

He muttered something behind her, some sort of spell and she knew it would be impossible to leave the tent's confines.

The man walked away and she started screaming.

"HELP!….PLEASE!….RON!," she yelled to no end.

After her voice was hoarse and she had lost her resolve she sat on the rug floor. Surveying the room, she noted a cot and a table with two chairs were the only real furniture. And where was the toilet?

Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard someone behind her, at the tent entrance.

"There you are, my lovely."